Luyện nghe bài hát Hair Blows/The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 [Remix]/Special/Yellow

Oh, you the man, huh?
Oh, you be bitches, counting all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be out the bando selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and Xans, huh?
You see, that's the that I don't need
I'm y'all niggas, y'all ain't fucking with me
See, I look in the and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

Rocks on rainbow, a nice fellow
Your neck reflects yout personality, and is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I Legos
They know they got seconds, Jared Leto
Before they see halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I
I my fucking [?]
Now lets reload the

a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get ass [?] like a kick in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm [?]
That boy's not that bad, enh, no biggy
the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We black out, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin'
No ship in series, and I just want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since Batman a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of them mamas
And bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You can't bitch, I'm a
You get fucked up like the thoughts side of my noggin
Going harder than the in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like Larry
And I'm nigga
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Lowe, my motherfucking bingo
Pink and yellow on my neck you of my dickhole
And I don't really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim

Don't get offended, love being
23 the crib and I don't got no tenants
And I don't like sports, but the court got a
Is that diamonds on neck? Stay the fuck out my bidness
See, that's the bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the
Motors Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans
Went from up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko nigga but macho, boy
I got some vatos shadow [?], he kinda
Pack a [?] pistol, we nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some just like a taco
So grab goggles, nigga
Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was that
Nigga took the store from us, yeah, all of that
(Man, he took the store)

a cracker with a barrel
Gang bang tattoos, this a Louis rag
[?] got me crip
heavy, sag to the left
With the belt strapped, no mask, nigga, just toe tags
Still the blunts getting ya
Ain't bout no niggas, nigga
Grieve over suckers, gunpowder on my
the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip walking
You was
You wanna be me,

Cuz is wack when he raps, and he rap, he ain't done
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, your gums
missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's done
My square homie's license, double life in my
Mind, power, body, and soul, we break
Got a strike on my record, double cups, and
You want the like us, you need to crip that coast
You want to that wheel
You want to that kil'
who am I?